User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/The Battle of Bornegascar/@comment-2246928-20190615224053

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Captain Czarniak squinted down his long, spotted reptile nose at the ferret before him. The long-nosed leopard lizard held out a hand expectantly. "Private Sloane, give me your rifle."

The privates, all 96 of the Hritzburg Royal Rifles Company, had been made to line up upon the deck of the CRS Botamia in preparation for the attack. The neat, sleek battleship, pride of Botamia, one of the Corlovian Republic's many countries, was truly a sight to behold even on deck, with everything precisely where it should be, the decks scrubbed to a healthy sheen, the banners flying boldly and proudly, well-trained sailors racing to and fro as they kept everything in good order, and the privates stiff and in carefully-formed ranks of creatures of a variety of species.

They were ready to win a war, and Czarniak wanted to make sure they knew that.

"And it better be freshly-cleaned and polished when I receive it, Private Sloane. You want to send some of those worthless turncoats to the inferno, don't you?"